章 167: 166: Regret

Silence permeated the room as Oscar had a look of contemplation as his eyes never left the transparent vial, various thoughts running through his mind.

Almost a minute passed then a breath of turbid of air was released from his lips. With slightly quivering hands, he dropped the gun in his hand, picked up his dropped Cuban cigar and with a snap of his fingers, a spark appeared, lighting the Cuban cigar.

Taking a deep inhale which was longer than normal, Oscar then blew a puff, slightly calming his nerves in the process. He took another puff and for a few seconds, a pondering light appeared in his eyes as his body moved due to the office chair he was sitting on.

"You do know that we already have the types of narcotics we sell?"

"I do."

With a calm nod, Anon replied, causing a slight frown to appear on the face of Oscar. His free hand moved to the pistol on the table and with a calm movement, he placed his hand on the gun.